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Wanted to try something a bit more biting.
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You are seated there subtly picking at your arm. You know civil's fashioned strings, I know dry skin chaffing pain and I will want you in return. I will watch you in return. You will see the way I trip. You won't turn another cheek. I am swallowing my smack, but I'm alright.
Wouldn't pining for your flask - I would pride myself on that, but this mess is a place, darling. This charade, dim, drapes over everything we smoke-a-by, plaqued against your shades. I know this is not your way, darling. This is not your place, darling. You want to kill something? Well, come get me.
Invite, deride... Derisive vice-ified.
And prostrate so that we may pine for you, dimming in alleyways, missed, confrontational, hue wrought too blue to be usable, comparable late to a green kind of feud - oh, I see you.
Are you blinking at the sink? Are you breathing at the present time? This mess is a place, darling. You will paint your face, darling, and we will be alright, darling. We will be tonight. I know this place is a hell, darling. This place is a twat, and if we can hold our lights up, we might just align higher up, but probably not.
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Winter,
released January 30, 2013
Robert Hamill - Words & Music; Guitars; Vocals; Production
Ayethaw Tun - Vocals
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